Week 467 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years! If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for coming back each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. Thanks to Karen Carr for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Catherine Verdier | @CatheVerdier
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Karen says: All of the entries were wonderful, and picking just was was darn near impossible.
Eric Martell | @drmag00
Karen says: The use of dialogue to give your characters and identity was extremely clever and well done. I also liked how you flipped the “traditional” interpretation of on the ground. While most entries were about characters wanting to be in the sky, your characters longed to be below the ground. Kudos.
David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Karen says: The idea of wanting to spread your wings and escape the confines of a small community is expertly articulated in your entry. I can feel Soaru’s the anxiety and excitement as he prepares to jump. Your descriptions are vivid and pull the reader into the story. Great job.
Week 469 Winner
Karen says: Congratulations! Your ability to build suspense, give insight to a complicated relationship, and hook the reader in just 250 words is masterful. I want to happens at the fae cort. I want to know what lead to Aeryn’s leaving. In essence, I want to know more!
Aeryn climbed the stairs of the underground to the street and was greeted by a sudden downpour.
“Just perfect. The worst ever day just got worse.”
She turned the key to her small flat and was stopped at the threshold. She couldn’t move.
“She sent you, didn’t she?” Aeryn said, not bothering to hide her annoyance. “And will you please drop this stupid ward?” After a couple of beats, the ward dropped and she went through.
“Well, good evening to you, too, Your Royal Highness.”
“Don’t call me that, D’arcy. And kindly drop the invisibility ward, too. I’m not in the mood for games.”
D’arcy appeared, sitting on a lampshade. “Well, you are a princess. A fae princess. Heir to the fae throne.”
He instantly vanished again.
“Stop doing that.”
D’arcy reappeared. Aeryn gave him a stern look.
“I don’t belong on the ground,” he said with a smirk, perching on the leaf of a rubber plant.
Aeryn shooed him off. “Why are you here, D’arcy? I’m no longer part of the fae realm. I’ve chosen to live in the mortal world.”
“And does the Queen know? By the way, she has assigned me to head your security detail.”
“Security detail?” She hadn’t sensed the presence of other fae. “Where?”
“Um … well, me. I’m your security detail.”
“Ha! Well, you can go back to my mother and tell her I won’t be requiring your services “
“You can tell her yourself, Aeryn. She’s summoned you to the fae court. Tomorrow noon.“
Congratulations Two Time Winner Catherine, and Honorable Mentions Eric and David! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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